Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 671 Emergency Evacuation

After dinner, the sky over Tokyo became completely overcast, turning into a deep, unfathomable black.

Jun Matsue sat on the edge of the sofa, looking out the window. The dim yellow light from the streetlights below the building contracted and expanded irregularly, as if breathing with the sound of rain.

"Pine branches."

The boy turned around, and Natsumi Imokawa, who had just finished washing the dishes, walked over with her hands still wet. He took two tissues from the coffee table and handed them to her.

"Is the rain still not letting up?" The girl sat down beside him.

"No." Jun Matsueda showed her the screen on his phone. "The ceiling of Shinjuku Station has collapsed due to water seepage."

"That's amazing? When can we go back?" Natsumi Imokawa's eyes widened in surprise, but there was no disappointment on her face.

“…Let’s wait a bit longer.” Jun Matsue had a bad feeling. “This torrential rain seems to be breaking historical records. I heard that some sewer pipes have burst.”

"Oh—" The girl's lips formed a rounded "O" shape. "It feels like a disaster movie, like Noah's Ark or something?"

“That won’t do.” The boy raised an eyebrow. “My bicycle is still parked downstairs at the apartment building. It can’t be washed away by the flood.”

His strange focus made Natsumi Imokawa laugh. The girl pressed her pudding-like, trembling chest and didn't stop until a while later.

"So we're stuck in the house now?" She picked up the remote. "How are we going to kill time? Watch something?"

"Okay, Imokawa, you can choose."

The girl flipped through the remote control, saying, "Let me think... what kind of movie would be suitable to watch on a rainy day?"

Matsueda Jun noticed her unconsciously rubbing her fingertips. "Are your hands very dry?"

"Huh?" Natsumi Imokawa noticed his gaze lingering on her fingers.

"Ah, it happens after I wash the dishes. I usually put on some hand cream."

"It means the dish soap you're using is too harsh on your hands." The boy frowned. "You'd better switch to a different one. If you're too lazy to choose, just buy a pair of dishwashing gloves."

"Okay, okay." The girl nodded obediently. "I'll take a look next time I go to the supermarket."

"You seem to really like scrambled eggs?" Jun Matsue changed the subject again.

"Mmm!" She continued looking at the TV screen, "It tastes different from fried eggs and scrambled eggs, it tastes especially delicious."

"It tastes better because of the milk," the boy naturally began to share his experience.

"You've seen me cook, haven't you? It's actually very simple. Just beat more eggs, don't use high heat, and stir it regularly."

"Adding milk and black pepper when beating the eggs will make it taste even better. Scrambled eggs with rice is perfect for one person; it's simple and convenient, and you can add whatever ingredients you like..."

Listening to Matsue's gentle words, Imokawa Natsumi, who had been focused on choosing a film, became a little absent-minded. She glanced at the boy's hand resting on her leg out of the corner of her eye.

If we let Songzhi take care of my life as Mom suggested, that would be really great...

The image of me writing a script at my workbench while the guy cooks in the kitchen makes me happy just thinking about it.

But it seemed unlikely that Matsue would take care of her... The girl thought of Mochizuki Haruka and Tomatsu Tomoka, one with a cold demeanor and the other with a gentle expression, both of whom she dared not face.

And would Songzhi be willing to take care of himself?

It doesn't seem like it's impossible for good friends to share an apartment...

But Matsue has a girlfriend—how could she live with her best friend? Imokawa Natsumi shook her head again.

"What's Imokawa thinking about?" The puzzled boy interrupted her thoughts.

"N-nothing!" The girl waved her hand hastily. "I was just thinking about what movie to watch!"

"Don't take too long, okay?" Jun Matsue reminded her. "I need to hurry back once the rain subsides."

"oh oh……"

Suppressing her random thoughts under the sofa, Natsumi Imokawa's gaze drifted aimlessly across the screen—after all the afternoon's emphasis on making the most of the time, she now didn't want Matsue to make the most of it anymore.

"How about watching 'Identity'?" The girl casually picked a movie. "It's a 90-minute suspense film, and the story is set in a rainstorm, which is perfect."

"This one will do." The boy glanced at his phone; there were no important messages.

Natsumi Imokawa got up and turned off the living room lights. She took a cushion and sat back down, comfortably leaning against the backrest, and placed her bent legs on the sofa.

"Would you like a cushion, Pine Branch?" The girl turned her head.

"No need." Jun Matsue focused intently on the screen, ignoring her sweet breasts that were overflowing from being squeezed by the pillow.

Listening to the torrential rain outside the window, the two entered the motel into the stormy night and watched as people of different backgrounds trapped inside died one by one.

Listening to the intermittent whirring of the washing machines, the man in the soaking wet trench coat quietly entered the laundry room. In the dim light, the neatly arranged old washing machines looked like the perfect hiding place for a corpse; the dark, tightly closed drums sent chills down one's spine.

He opened the washing machines one by one, and the slow-motion shot, accompanied by eerie music, lingered on a blood-stained dress. The man's hand suddenly lifted it up, and with a sudden burst of music, the head of a young woman appeared—her face covered in blood and her wet hair, both tragically beautiful and terrifying.

Looking at the bizarre scene on the screen, Jun Matsueda couldn't help but blink. There was no movement around him. The boy curiously turned his head to see the girl's reaction.

Natsumi Imokawa was still hugging her body pillow. The strap on her right shoulder had slipped down a little, and her usually high breasts were flattened—this unusual shape made her even more alluring.

However, this was not what Jun Matsue was observing. He looked at the glimmer of light frozen in the girl's pupils, and then at the approaching blood-red figure on the television.

Was Imokawa not paying attention to the movie?
The boy deliberately closed the distance, but the girl didn't notice his tilted body, nor did her gaze follow the character on the screen. Matsueda Jun became more and more certain of his guess.

Are you still thinking about the portfolio? He recalled what Imokawa had said.

The final cut of the video will be completed in August, and the application for the Tokyo University of the Arts will be in September. The most crucial period for the girl is indeed fast approaching.

Jun Matsue thought for a moment, "Imokawa, your tank top has slipped down."

This is the easiest way to distract her.

"Oh." Natsumi Imokawa responded indifferently, still staring blankly at the movie, and casually pulled her tank top back up.

"..." Looking at her smooth shoulders, Jun Matsue chose to speak again.

When is the application period for the comprehensive selection process at Tokyo University of the Arts?

The boy changed his mind, thinking, "Why don't I just chat with her?"

"Register?" The girl's eyes, which were gleaming slightly, flickered. She came to her senses. "This year, it's from September 1st to September 3rd."

"Time flies," Jun Matsueda said, chatting while watching the bloody scene on TV. "Will you have time to compile your portfolio?"

"It's alright," Natsumi Imokawa waved her hand. "The application form is submitted in early September, and the portfolio and other materials are submitted at the end of September." She crossed her legs and placed a cushion on them, giving her flattened, full breasts room to be released again. A flash of lightning streaked across the window, illuminating the girl's exposed, delicate skin and undulating curves—compared to blatant temptation, this glimpse of spring in the dim light was all the more captivating.

The boy then focused intently on the blood-soaked corpse. "There should be plenty of time?"

"It's alright. I originally planned to finish editing my portfolio in a month, and the current progress is within the plan."

It was only then that Natsumi Imokawa turned her attention back to the living room in front of her—she had just been imagining the days she and Matsue spent in the studio, and all sorts of other miscellaneous questions.

With Songzhi's talent, besides being a model and actress, she should be able to work as an assistant as well, right?
But once he gets to university, Songzhi won't be able to help him for free anymore, right? He'll definitely have a lot of things to do and will have to work to make a living.

When the girl came to her senses, the boy next to her was still patiently talking about her preparations for the selection, almost incessantly.

"Imokawa, don't be too anxious. I've seen interviews with students who passed the entrance exam for Tokyo University of the Arts. You've prepared much more diligently than them—the rough cut you made before also had a great feel to it..."

...Was Matsueda worried about her? Imokawa Natsumi realized this fact.

She immediately put aside all her fantasies and began to enjoy the feeling of being cared for by the boy.

So Songzhi still cares about herself, doesn't she? The girl hugged the pillow in her arms tightly—the ordinary pillow seemed to have been imbued with a bit of a boy's scent, and it made her feel especially at ease when it was pressed against her chest.

What kind of salary would be enough to keep Songzhi in the studio with me every day from now on...?

Looking at the mysterious corpse on the screen, its throat pierced by a baseball bat, the girl pondered her troubles with a sweet expression.

It was past 8 p.m. when the movie ended. Jun Matsueda looked at the end credits that popped up on the wall and let out a sigh of relief.

"They were just different personalities after all..."

"Feeling pretty good, huh?" Natsumi Imokawa leaned closer, her hands resting on the sofa, her two drooping breasts beautifully shaped, revealing deep cleavage.

"If Matsueda is interested, he can also check out Fight Club—"

"It's too late." The boy got up from the sofa. "I have to go home."

"But can Songzhi go back now?" The girl looked behind him. The rain was pouring down on the windowpane without any gaps, making it impossible to see anything.

Jun Matsue turned around and opened the window a crack. A few raindrops stung his face like needles, instantly making him more awake.

"..." The streets below had completely turned into a river, and the boy felt like he was trapped on a deserted island.

He turned around and said, "How about I try taking a taxi first?"

In this kind of weather, no car would linger outside, so the taxi hailing plan naturally failed. Seeing the boy's helpless expression reflected in the dim light of his phone screen, Natsumi Imokawa's lips curled into a smug smile.

"Why don't you let Songzhi sleep here tonight?" she suddenly thought.

“…What?” Jun Matsue looked up, her eyes sparkling.

“Isn’t it nice to sleep here?” Natsumi Imokawa repeated.

"Look, it's already past eight o'clock, and sirens are sounding all over Tokyo. It's still raining so hard." The girl looked at the TV, which had been switched to a news program.

"The TV is saying that this torrential rain has broken Tokyo's historical record. Are you still going out?"

She patted the cushions on the sofa, as if she were patting the pillows on her bed.
"You can just sleep here with me~"

"..." Matsueda Jun glanced at the girl, then looked out the window on the other side. The sound of rain seemed to be aiding and abetting the evildoer, and instead became even louder.

Seemingly unable to find any reason to refute him, he took out his phone. The weather forecast showed that the heavy rain would continue for at least two more hours.

It'll be 10 o'clock by then...

"Can I sleep on this sofa?" the boy asked tentatively.

"Why are you sleeping on the sofa?" Natsumi Imokawa suddenly stood up. "The studio has guest rooms—Dad and his two assistants used to sleep here!"

"I'll go make your bed!" she said, running towards the end of the corridor.

Jun Matsue looked at the chat box on his phone; he still had to tell the girls.

Yosei Kurusu quickly replied. She didn't ask any further questions or object to the boy's decision. Jun Matsueda was relieved and reminded Miss Idol to close the windows tightly at home.

However, things didn't go so smoothly for Mochizuki Haruka; the girl called him again.

"Is Songzhi going to sleep outside tonight?"

"If the rain continues to be this heavy, I'll have to sleep here at the studio." Jun Matsue listened to the noise on her end. "Is Mochizuki still in the hospital? Did Auntie's medical results have problems?"

"No, it's just that the overseas medical team can't go back right now, so my aunt and I hosted a dinner at the hospital restaurant to treat them."

"So you're going to sleep with Natsumi Imokawa?" she asked immediately afterward.

"What do you mean by that?" Jun Matsue frowned at the heavy rain outside the window. "We are sleeping in two separate rooms."

“Oh…” Mochizuki Haruka drawled out, “Then Matsugi can stay at the studio for now.”

"Then how will you get back?" the boy asked, not forgetting to show his concern.

"It's fine for me to stay with my aunt. Since you're not going back to the apartment, there's no point in me going back."

The sound of a girl's footsteps came through the microphone. "If it doesn't work, I'll just sleep in the hospital."

"Remember to keep a close eye on Jinzhi and don't let it run away."

"I know~"

After hanging up the phone, Jun Matsue looked at the black cat avatar on the screen—Mochizuki was surprisingly calm this time.

"Pine branches—" The sound of the girl's slippers echoed back into the living room. "I've already made your bed~"

"Thank you." The boy turned on the living room light. "I'll go check on it later."

"I've put your new toothbrush and towel in the bathroom!" Natsumi Imokawa stood in front of him, hugging a pillow. "So, Matsueda has some time now, right? How about we play some games together, or watch another movie?"

The girl stomped her feet slightly, looking very excited—this was her first time spending the night with her friends.

"Let's play games. Watching movies for too long is tiring." Jun Matsueda put down his phone. "I'll have a glass of water first."

I'm actually going to spend the night with Imokawa...

Watching the girl run into the kitchen, the boy felt inexplicably nervous.

(End of this chapter)